Great One, Supreme All

Shape me into an instrument

Of peace;

Grant me serenity to accept

What is not mine to change,

To change what you have given me to shape:

Sow love where there is fear,

Hope where despair would grow,

Forgiveness in the furrows of my wounds.

Embroider me with wisdom,

Threads from the hem of your

Garment spread over the cold

Immeasurable universe.

May I always see the stone beneath my feet;

Eternal Flame, light the lamp I use

To choose between the roads

Parted in the twilight wood

Of your world.

And I do know, shall know again,

That it has been well, is well,

And all I see and cannot see yet,

Will be well.

May it be so, and ever so.

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